I flapped the cloth open and offered him the basket with a flourish, unveiling the various croissants and pain au chocolat I had baked in the shape of all his favourite sea creatures. His mouth fell open, slack-jawed like a hammerhead shark who’d lost its hammer. “Are they for me?” “Well who else? The cod’s kipper?” I walked forward and thrust them into his arms, his eyes getting a ravenous glint about them. It seemed my lovely lobster was afflicted by hanger, and I would not forget it henceforth. “These are my favourite,” he said, all subdued now like a tame sea lion as he plucked a pain au
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